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Chapter 11: Sleep Talking
Vincent
I sprang up from the ground – breathing heavily. Another heated debate with the voice inside my head. Sometimes it seemed like a minor annoyance and other times an overwhelming force. I needed some air. Then, I noticed the bump in my back pocket.
My journal!? I always forget about this thing.
Maybe it would be nice to jot down a message in it:
I've been traveling with King now. The city has burned down. King says that we're heading to an orphanage that he owns. I don't know what to expect – so I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
As always, my journal entry hardly conveyed my true feelings at all. I was nervous about this orphanage. What kind of kids would be there? Would they be friendly? A sudden feeling of exhaustion made me to decide to cancel my jog. I lowered myself back onto the ground. I looked at King. He was moving his mouth as if he was talking. Before I fell asleep I heard the tiniest of whispers escape King's lips:
"Zack…"
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I sat up on my shoulders, looking at the rising sun. It was bright, so I didn't look for long. I looked next to me and saw that King was gone. Then, I heard the sound of fighting! I immediately got into my fighting pose and inched closer to where the sounds were coming from.
I sighed in relief. It was just King training.
"Good morning!" he said as he noticed I was there.
"Good morning." I returned.
"Now that you're up we can keep on moving."
I nodded. King moved back onto the trail. We kept on walking down the path. There was a long silence until:
"So…what brought you to the city?" King asked.
"My village was burned down. I went to the city to get help."
"Right…" he answered slowly.
Surprising both him and myself I asked him: "Why were you in the city?"
"Well I actually live in the orphanage. I went to the city to enter a wrestling tournament so I could win some money to support my orphanage."
That made sense. We kept on walking – not talking much after that. King was obviously happy to be going home – I could see it on his face. I was nervous, but I was good at keeping my feelings to myself.
"The orphanage isn't far from here." King said.
"Okay." I answered.
It had been a long day of walking. It was now dark, but King and I had kept on walking because of how close King said we were.
All of a sudden, King perked up. "It's just over this hill. We're almost there." He said.
I didn't answer. I was so tired. As soon as we reached this place, I was going to take a long rest. We rose over the crest of the hill – and we saw the orphanage.
